Brown Implantation Spotting

to all concerned

frisco is - geographically, not chronologically - far, far behind me and the story stays in the head. feet continued to run, spill the thoughts wander back, the feelings of, shall from time to time, depending on which one unexpected face here.

love reading,
this journal is initially a small construction site. there is much, much tell yu, in detail and in color, preferably with facial expressions and gestures. but for that it needs a bit of patience, not by my side, I've since learned alittle bit, but by your page from.
on the way home you will meet many people, some are new, many well-known. and if the spring. definitely, I'm here now! :)

If any of you on the thoughtful comes, I might forget someone who underestimated the capacity of my heart and the emotion in the brain department. Although I'm forgetful, but each human history is so intense that the person does not forget that behind it. and of course they want to see again too! :)

so do exercise, with patience and if something bad happens to me, then it is definitely in the newspaper and if nothing happens, then it is not in the newspaper, sounds logical, but is meant seriously: you shall make none. are turned off and only because mobile internet is my body does indeed equal disappeared without a trace.

only blurred. as a spy game. But this is the moment of joy all the more gold, for both sides. Eye contact, smile, the rest is funny story. and everything is back to normal, only 90 days in between.

soon my friends,
stephan

Versace Discontinued Frames

cranked Gedurchdrehend

If an assignment as life is, it sickens you, but you by need, while the writing process as a birth: painful, long, long, and yet there is only relief and void if it's done, then how does it work together for?

A birth brings forth life, writing the housework, domestic work sick, the baby puke on you, you have to shit and scream and fight and tear out their hair, the pages almost as fully make the sheets of the bed that you vollkackst, life is text and you write it, but always with the words of others, one's thoughts are ever anywhere been different at first, give it the life, Review, fear ... where is the return key in the real world, where is the what you see is what you get, but basically this is not true, programming, machine, man.

object of investigation at the moment:

http://berkenheger.netzliteratur.net/ouargla/wargla/zeit.htm